As soon as we landed home and Penguin rushed off to Lumos, Llewellyn dragged me into his bedroom, closed the door and pinned me against it.
"Still exhausted?" he said, hovering close.
Uh. Damn.
Obviously not. And not just because those Divine Restoration Draughts were amazing.
I pulled him into a kiss.
Llewellyn maneuvered me toward the bed and pressed me down on the mattress, immediately going for my clothes, while I also got rid of his coat.
Llewellyn's mouth moved to my jaw, then my neck, and I tilted my head back.
Through the bond I could feel…
"What is it?" I said.
"What?" Llewellyn said, sucking a mark at the base of my throat.
"I can feel… You want something, what is it?"
My coat and shirt were gone, my trousers were open, and Llewellyn was holding me down.
I slid my fingers in his hair and tugged a bit. Llewellyn moaned.
"I was just thinking…" Llewellyn said, scraping his teeth down my throat. "Of my Core Partition."
Oh. Oh, fuck. Llewellyn slid a hand inside my trousers but… Now I was thinking about it too.
"Get us there," I said.
Through the bond, I could feel Llewellyn's reaction. "Really?" he said, licking his way up my throat.
I shuddered.
"Do it," I said.
Llewellyn called the System to relocate Lumos and Penguin, then asked for us to be teleported too.
***
A few moments later we were standing in a… park, by the look of it.
Fairy lights swayed between the trees and the air smelled of roasted chestnuts, sweets, and pastries.
In fact, it reminded me of the festival we'd been at only a few hours—
Oh.
Llewellyn kissed me and walked me backward until my back hit a lamppost.
My shirt was still gone, my trousers open.
"You want to— in the middle of the street again?"
"Yes," Llewellyn said, kissing me. "I might bend you over the glazed nuts stand."
"…"
I was speechless.
"Terrible joke, but a… uh… sound plan," I said.
Llewellyn laughed and kissed me, then his mouth was on my throat again.
I grabbed onto his shoulders.
"What about my mouth?" I said.
"What about it?"
"You could sit on one of those benches and I could… on my knees, right there."
"Didn't you complain about the benches being a downgrade before?" he said, sliding his hand back into my trousers and biting down at the juncture between my throat and my shoulder.
I moaned. My eyes landed on the bench under the nearby pavilion, placed in such a way that if anyone was around they'd all see. Of course, there was no one here, but still—
Llewellyn followed my gaze, then looked back at me.
I could feel his want spiking.
"Well," he said. "Since you want to do it so badly."
He tugged me toward the bench. As soon as he was sitting down, I dropped to my knees between his legs and went for his trousers.
Llewellyn made a noise. His hand came up to my hair and he tugged my head closer.
He must have felt my reaction too, because he pushed harder, rubbing his clothed cock over my face and mouth.
I wetted the fabric and sucked on it.
My heartbeat was very fast.
Llewellyn groaned, his grip tightening more.
"Take it out," he said. "Isn't this what you wanted?"
Well… yeah.
I wetted the fabric more. I wanted to provoke him to fuck my mouth.
"Why don't you make me?" I said.
Llewellyn let out a noise.
"Fuck," he said.
His grip in my hair tightened.
He pulled my head back, forcing me to look up at him. He seemed to hesitate for a split second, eyes searching mine, then said, "I'm going to spit in your mouth. Open up."
My stomach jolted. I... opened my mouth.
Llewellyn leaned in closely and spat.
"…"
I was burning up.
Llewellyn did it again, then kissed me, cupping my head and pulling me as close as possible.
"Take it out," he said against my lips. "Now."
I swallowed and reached up with shaking hands, pulling him out of his trousers. I was so hard I might just come like this.
The moment I took him out, Llewellyn pulled my head down just like I wanted.
I opened my mouth.
Llewellyn cursed. I could feel him through the bond and it made me dizzy.
I tried to take him deeper and he let out another moan.
He was properly fucking my mouth now. It was perfect.
His rhythm got rougher. I could barely breathe, but he made sure I wasn't gagging and… I didn't want him to stop.
"Close," he managed.
I took him as deep as I could.
Llewellyn's whole body tensed up and then he was coming down my throat, shivering.
I swallowed and he let out another noise, hips still moving. When he finally stopped, he tugged my hair, pulling me back.
I gasped for air and looked up at him.
He looked completely wrecked.
"..."
That was so hot.
My jaw ached and my lips felt swollen, but… I didn't care.
"Come here," Llewellyn said, voice rough.
He hauled me up, then, before I knew what was happening, I was flat on my back on the bench, my mouth was open, and he was spitting into it again.
I shuddered. My eyes were glazing over.
"Can't believe you like it this much," Llewellyn said, pulling the rest of my clothes off and pressing me down on the cold metal of the bench again.
"So do you," I said, shivering.
Three familiar vials appeared next to us on the bench.
"Yeah," Llewellyn said.
He grabbed the first vial, slicked his fingers, and reached down.
I gasped.
"Had you been thinking about this at the festival too?"
"Maybe," Llewellyn said, leaning in to kiss me. "Though I enjoyed our evening thoroughly."
I was losing my mind.
"Even more now, I imagine."
"With you like this?" Llewellyn said. "Yeah."
He slid another finger in and I arched, groaning.
"Hey," I said. "Didn't you want to bend me over somewhere?"
Llewellyn tugged my head to the side, leaning in to bite at my throat.
"We might break it," he said. "Besides, I want to see your face."
"You can just push me back onto it then," I said. "And make me take it."
Llewellyn's pupils had gone wide. He pulled his fingers out and hauled me up. "The food stall," he said. "Now."